May God bless you and your...
Back in 1961 I was a 16-year-old kid slinging pizzas in the summer for Zippy Guido at the By-Pass Tavern, just up the street from where I grew up. I got to know Maureen when she told me she was with the health dept (or similar) and she would write me up for wiping my hands on my apron. Seeing my distress, she told me she was just teasing, laughed, and displayed the warmth that exuded from her every time I saw her since. I haven't seen her in at least 60 years, but she was such a warm ray of...
Rob Scharpf
September 13, 2023 | Other


